Once upon a time, in New York City in 1941... at this club open to all comers to play, night after night, at a club named "Minston's Play House" in Harlem, they play jazz sessions competing with each other. Young jazzmen with a new sense are gathering. At last they created a new genre itself. They are sick and tired of the conventional fixed style jazz. They're eager to play jazz more freely as they wish then... in 2071 in the universe... The bounty hunters, who are gathering in the spaceship "BEBOP", will play freely without fear of risky things. They must create new dreams and films by breaking traditional styles. The work, which becomes a new genre itself, will be called... COWBOY BEBOP!

Cowboy Bebop: Blue

Session #1: Future Blues

Jet stood in the Mars General Hospital Morgue looking down at the body of his fallen partner and friend, Spike. The mortician, a mousy, pale, bald man in glasses, stood back and kept quite in Jet's moment of silence. Jet scratched his beard and sighed before he turned away. He has visited morgues before. He's identified bodies. Friends. Colleagues. Enemies. But now it felt as if he were there for a brother. He just couldn't bear to look at the body any longer.

"Cover him back up"

"You sure Mr. Black?"

"Yes."

Jet watched over his shoulder at Spike. Lying on the table, pale as Callisto's snow, and lifeless eyes staring to the ceiling. Jet caught the mortician's arm, telling him to wait. Jet stepped close to the table and he closed Spike's left eye, then the right. Now Spike can get some sleep.

On Earth Ed cheerfully danced down the street with Ein bouncing around her. Ed stopped at an electronics store with several televisions in the window, they all showed the same thing, coverage from the Red Dragon Syndicate Massacre. Ed stared at the screen as they showed Spike's photo and told of his death and the details of the incident on Mars. Ed felt her legs give way, she fell to her knees. The girl tried her best to hold back the tears, but they flowed. Ein crawled into Ed's laps and whimpered as he licked the tears from her cheeks.

Spike was buried on Mars in his hometown next to Julia. A small service was held followed by a wake at Spike's favorite bar. V.T. Telpsicorei, Stella Bonnaro, Electra Ovilo, Bob, Fatty River, and Antonio, Carlos, and Jobim attended. Faye and Ein did not.

Jet returned to the Bebop and found Faye, sitting on the couch with a cigarette between her lips and her mascara smudged. Jet sat on the couch with her and lit up a cigarette and smoked for a while, it was so quite. Neither of them said a word. The worst uncomfortable silence. Jet put out the cigarette in an empty beer can and walked to Spike's room. He pushed the door open and stood in the doorway for a moment.

"It's funny. For as long as Spike had been here I've never been in here"

Jet entered and looked around at the dark room, he flipped he light switch and saw a pigsty. Jet looked up and smirked at a wall scroll of Bruce Lee in a Jeet Kun Do fighting stance. Jet stood there and thought about emptying the room or not, cleaning it or not, after about 10 minutes of deep thought he decided to leave it. Jet picked up a small, black, hard-plastic case sticking out of Spike's closet and opened it revealing a brass trumpet that was broken in two.

"He wasn't very good at this. I bet him he couldn't be a jazz musician. One day he couldn't get a note right, he got so mad he destroyed this thing and ended up cleaning the entire ship in a polka-dot dress."

Jet closed up the case and sat it back in the closet. He sat on the bed, sighed, and noticed a small, white, envelope on the bed, signed 'For Jet'. Jet tore the envelope open and red the three-page letter inside. It told of Julia's death and how Spike felt he had nothing else to live for , how he had a score to settle with Vicious, and how he felt he wasn't coming back. The last page had another page stapled to it. The final page was a last request from Spike to Jet.

-Jet, if you're reading this you know Julia, Vicious, and Myself are dead. You weren't only my partner, but my best friend and I'm sorry things didn't turn out like I hoped. There is one last thing I'm asking you to do for me. I never told you this, but I have a son. He was born after I left the syndicate. They took him from Julia. Shin got him away and placed him in an Orphanage. Fatherhood was never in my nature and I know Julia would agree he would've had a better life not knowing his parents. His name is Axle; he's at Saint Michael's Orphanage on Mars. Find him for me, take him under your wing, and raise him as if he was your son. Do this for me Jet and I'll put in a good word for you in the afterlife. Thank you and goodbye old friend, till we meet again. Spike-

A tear rolled down Jet's cheek, he wiped it away and walked out of the room. Jet left the ship, since he was already on mars he decided to go find the Orphanage where Axle was supposed to be. After little investigating Jet stood on the Orphanage's doorstep.

"For you Spike."

Jet entered the building and went to the main office were a woman was sitting behind a desk filling out some paperwork; he cleared his throat and got her attention.

"Oh hello!Can I-um-help you?"

"Uh,yes., Hello, I'm Jet Black"

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Ms. Wells, what can I do for you Mr. Black?"

"I came here looking for a young boy. A boy named Axle."

"Axle? Might I ask why?"

"His father was a close friend of mine and he recently passed and I promised him I would come for him. A last request."

"Oh I see...Axle's been with us since he were an infant. We've never known him to have any family. I myself found him on our doorstep in a little basket. It would be against my principles to allow you to seem him with knowing about his parents and their reasoning for abandoning such a sweet child."

"I completely understand."

Jet took a seat across from Ms. Wells

"Spike...Spike was a good man. Rough around the edges, but a good man. Axle's parents had a unsavory past and were part of a world the never wanted their son to know. I never knew the boy's mother, but I know she and Spike weren't cut out for parenthood. The both knew that and I hope you can understand that, Ms. Wells."

Ms. Wells picked up a purple, ceramic, mug and took a sip of coffee. She set it down and stood from her seat.

"Follow me, Mr. Black."

Jet followed Ms. Wells out into the yard. A group of boys played basketball. A group of girls jumped rope and talked.. Jet looked around the yard and noticed a young, shaggy, green-haired, boy sitting alone on the grass, doodling in a notebook.

Ms. Wells placed her hand on Jet's shoulder and gave him a small push forward.

"That's him."

Jet walked over to the boy and knelt in front of him. Axle looked up from his pad timidly to the older gentleman with his cool, blue, eyes.

"You look a lot like your old man."

"You...You knew my father?"

"I sure did. Come with me and I'll tell you all about him."

Next Time on Cowboy Bebop: Blue.

You're laid back and like life the way it is. So it isn't the best, who cares? You're still willing to make the most out of it in your own original way. All in all you're pretty unattached and to you it makes it all the better.

Session #2 Diggin